Category: Action, Adventure and Romance. Also sexual situations down the road. Summary: This is set after Season 3. Loose ends need to be tied up and the Roswell gangs begin their next level of intimacy. (No Mary Jane's here. There are some previous characters that needed taken care of. Disclaimer: Jason Katims owns everything Roswell. I am just taking liberties with its characters. Feedback: It keeps me motivated and lets me know what you think! Please leave feedback! Distribution: I would be flattered if anyone wants to post this story somewhere else, just let me know first okay?

"Alex, I saw Alex!"

Michael just looked at Max, not comprehending what he was saying. Just hearing his name brought the pain back.

Alex had been their friend. Funny, smart, gangly and a bit awkward at times, he was strong were it mattered. He had integrity, loyalty and was passionately protective of his friends. He had an even purer passion for Isabel Evans.

He had been murdered.

Murdered by an alien named Tess.

Tess, whom they had thought was a friend. Who wound up betraying them all. She seduced Max and gave birth to his son. And she had every intention of turning Max, Michael and Isabel over to Kivar, their enemy, once she convinced them to return to their home planet by use of the Granilith.

To obtain information on how to power-up and pilot the Granilith, she had used Alex's intelligence to break the alien code by mind warping him.

She programmed his brain into believing that he had gone to Sweden, that he had visited Stockholm and that he had a girlfriend over there. Tess even took pictures of them together and altered them to appear as if he had been there to complete the picture.

In reality, he was working on a super computer at a University in Los Cruces, New Mexico, forced to develop computer programs to unlock the alien code.

Not long after Alex's return from what he thought was Sweden, his program began to break down. The force of a mind bend of that magnitude took considerable effort. Minute blood vessels began to break. Finally, the program completely broke down. Alex was able to realize what had been done to him and went to confront Tess where she was living which was at Kyle's house.

Tess had used the mind bend again; she couldn't allow him to tell the others what she had been doing. She pushed hard, harder than ever before. This time though, something gave. An artery deep in the cerebrum burst.

And Alex died.

For awhile, Max thought the young woman lying before them had been Alex's murderer. Ironically, he had planned on killing her in a manner that he had just saved her from. He and Liz went to her dorm room and he was just about to send a fiery blast down the vent of the heating duct, when Liz suddenly realized that she was human, and therefore was innocent of killing Alex.

Max and Michael stared at the young woman still lying in the sand in front of them. A pregnant silence stretched out. Her hands remained at her side. She stayed perfectly still, not even trying to cover her breasts. Her wary eyes watching them was the only sign she gave that she was aware of what was going on around her.

Max got up and started to walk slowly towards her. He could still see the terror in her eyes. Her body began to shake.

"It's ok, we're not going to hurt you."

He got about three feet away from her when her body sprang into action. She was up on her feet running, running as if all the demons in Dante's Ninth Level of Hell were at her heels.

Max was close to her, but still weak from the healing. It took him a minute to catch her and bring her down. She fought and struggled beneath him.

While Max tried to restrain her, Michael caught up to where they were.

"Hey, cool it. Stop fighting!"

As soon as she heard Michael speak, the woman stopped all movement and lay perfectly still.

Max could feel the smooth skin he had just healed beneath his hands. His left arm was wrapped around her chest with his hand gripping her right shoulder. His other arm was anchored around her waist. He was holding her tightly, just in case she bolted again. But, she lay submissive beneath him. Her body surrendered to him and whatever decision they made for her.

Max laid in that position, trying to catch his breath while Michael ran up to them.

"Max, you ok?"

Actually he was having trouble even moving. He was utterly and completely drained. He was lying on top of the woman's back on the sand. He knew he was heavy, but he didn't believe he could move if he tried.

All of the fight had gone out of her, but he was glad that Michael was there anyway. He was going to need help to make it to the van, and if the woman switched back into hellcat mode, Michael was going to have to play the next round of tackle.

Michael lifted Max up, realizing quickly that he was going to have to carry him to the van. The only problem was, what was going to keep the girl from bolting as he was helping Max?

The woman still hadn't moved. She continued to lie in the same position that she was in when Michael told her to stop. An idea occurred to him.

With Max still over his shoulder, he leaned down toward the immobile woman.

"Hey, I'm going to help my friend to the car now. I will have to leave your lovely presence for just a few minutes, but I'd like you to wait here for me. Capish?"

A barely distinguishable nod of her head let him know that she was hearing him.

"Cause, if you took off right now, I'd hate to, you know, have to stop you."

He raised his hand as he said that, making sure she didn't misunderstand his message. Until he had answers to his questions, nobody was going anywhere. He wasn't convinced that she was completely innocent of Alex's murder. She may have had some part in it. And if she did, what she just went through was going to be a fucking walk in the park compared to what he would purposely do to her.

He didn't realize the level of fear that he inspired within her even without the threats. Her throat was tight with terror. A choking sound was all that she was able to answer him with to agree to his demand.